The Warm Eviction of Mourning Doves

Wires sway with southern birds.

No more do mourning doves alight

at my approach, nor converse

with the breath between my thumbs,

the round continuity of my years.


These turtle doves glide longer, I think.

Their rasp harder to imitate.

Blunt tailfeathers tell me something

has changed.


White-winged doves on barbed fencing

slap their stripes, and I, dismayed

consult field guides to learn

these new birds strange to my spotting,

ranging into northern climes.

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Devon Brock

Thu 4th Jul 2019 16:46

Thank you Jennifer. Mourning doves have a most beautiful, sorrowful song.

I never heard of a spotless starling. Would love to see one.


jennifer Malden

Thu 4th Jul 2019 16:21

Loved this one! Never heard of mourning doves - we have turlteldoves and wood pigeons. In Sardinia discovered something called a 'spotless starling' never heard of either. Jennifer

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Devon Brock

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 23:16

Thank you, Peter. The devil is in the details.


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Peter Taylor

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 22:38

This is such a good read! I love the way poetry can glorify the things on the doorstep. And i think it rarefies the knowledge and the learning gained. everyone wins.


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Devon Brock

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 22:23

Thanks, Mindy, Leon and Rachel.

Rachel, I think it always a wondrous thing to spot a new species or to have those up-close encounters. But sometimes, they come at a cost. The white-winged dove's range, or former range, is some five or six hundred miles south of where I live. They shouldn't be here, except, of course. And for them to be here, some other species are getting displaced, in this case, mourning doves. Sorry to go on and on, but I miss the morning call and response sessions with them.


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Wed 3rd Jul 2019 21:20

Devon, I live in one of the most densely packed cities in the world and suffer noise pollution of one kind or another
(human or bird) 24 hours a day.

Recently, I saw regular morning visits from a pure white dove who sat daily on my kitchen windowsill. I don't know how he fits in to climate change but I felt his presence a peaceful sort of blessing and invited his daily return with generous offerings of bread and trivial chatter.

The doves, speckled and otherwise, are all somewhat special visitations here )


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Wed 3rd Jul 2019 17:40

As alway with Devon's poems, I feel I am there, seeing and wondering and recalling. Transported!

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Wed 3rd Jul 2019 17:10

here's me Brockster, riding on the back of Roses comments.

A superbly smooth read.

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Rose Casserley

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 15:40

as in enforced changes of location etc Dev-yep-gotcha!

Rose 💋

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Devon Brock

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 15:30

Thanks, Rose. These are some little details relating to climate change that drive it home for me.

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Rose Casserley

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 15:18

right up my all avian loving street Mr Brock.

Rose 💋

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